It interferes with ones emotions.
Learning from experiences, and stern
Parents’ discouragement of romance.
Learning too well from mistakes
That were not mistakes,
I have kept myself immovably
In tune with some kind of “reality”.
For a long time I had a thoroughly
Boring philosophy on love,
Altogether too aware of the fickleness
Of teen angst and unloyal hearts.
Then I met you. I became your friend,
And my life spun into a cliche mess.
Brought back memories of what love felt like
When it wasn’t a sad affair.
For the first time in years,
I have found someone who
Makes it difficult to breathe
When I imagine being close to you.
You lifted out my heart
Like a sweet-smelling stain,
Allowing me to feel something
Other than pessimism about passion.
It seems like forever since I have
Felt like Love could be something
That could fall harmoniously
In tune with reality.
Spoiler
So this doesn't have much structure to it, I know...all it is really is a bunch of thoughts (they are my true thoughts) put down. I think what I have done, really, with the stanzas is put smaller ideas into segments that come together to form one larger thought. That's about it.
